December 4th, 2006


"That," Gibbs said, gasping, "was the worst storm I've ever seen nor heard of." He lay stretched full length on the Pearl's main deck as she rocked on the choppy swells of the hurricane's passing. "And we was only on the edges. God help any ship caught full on."

Cotton nodded. Marty grunted agreement, too worn out to speak.

Jack stumbled down from the quarterdeck and collapsed with his back to the mast. "Anamaria," his voice was hoarse from shouting against the gale, "were any lost?"

"Two; Simmons and Layton," she replied, laid flat and panting.

"God rest their souls."